PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Round the coast--through the island channels.


ULFHEIM.

Ugh--what the devil would you do in those damnable sickly gutters--
floundering about in the brackish ditchwater? Dishwater I should
rather call it.


MAIA.

There, you hear, Rubek!


ULFHEIM.

No, much better come up with me to the mountain--away, clean away,
from the trail and taint of men. You cant' think what that means
for me. But such a little lady---

[He stops.

[The SISTER OF MERCY comes out of the pavilion and goes into
the hotel.